<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810465987932813774</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:44:30.531-05:00</updated><category term='you&apos;re kidding'/><category term='dating etiquette'/><category term='internet dating'/><category term='music'/><category term='just for fun'/><category term='dating'/><category term='frogs'/><category term='love'/><category term='married life'/><category term='princes'/><category term='celebrities'/><title type='text'>Reformed Frog Kissers</title><subtitle type='html'>Tales of dating, kissing frogs, and finding that prince.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogkissers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810465987932813774/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogkissers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040368528981877321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zou_0oj4-CI/SPnxCUvmYgI/AAAAAAAAAFg/VIBAIilDD-4/S220/scuba.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810465987932813774.post-1066487542532791031</id><published>2008-09-15T07:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T07:36:00.354-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='married life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='princes'/><title type='text'>Home Remodeling...with a Spouse</title><content type='html'>My husband and I passed a huge test...we did a home remodeling project together and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;didn't have a single fight&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think anything of this until I was telling a group of friends about the project and they asked if "we were still married." I'm beginning to think we're weird. We never seem to fight, especially in situations where most people do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I think, so what if we're weird. We never fight. We talk, we disagree about stuff, we communicate. But we don't fight. And it's great. Especially when we can remodel our house without incident. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the new living room is GORGEOUS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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